I ache for the sea, for the enigma of its floods. The way my heart would be too soaked to perform inequities. I am in its vicinity; I hear the beckoning of its mighty waves… “Come home, come home, come home,”
“We must all see scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.”
“What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just as ink can stain a white sheet. You can wash it, and wash it, and still never forget what transpired, a word which here means ‘happened and made everybody sad.’”—A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Reptile Room (Lemony Snicket)
“When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”—Arundhati Roy (via 24ribs)
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”—
